Ashes of Hogwarts

After paying the price of a front tooth, Draco finally understood why Harry and Hermione kept shaking their heads at him.

To be honest, if you ignore the smell of blood, the taste of the rock cake after the saliva melts is very sweet.

But he ate too quickly.

Not everyone has Hagrid's half-giant physique and Ash's physique.

So the final result was Draco crying, holding his front teeth, his mouth full of blood.

"Oh, little Malfoy, you ate too quickly. People with bad teeth like you should put it in black tea or put it in your mouth before eating it. A small wizard can eat such a small piece. All day long.”

Hagrid was obviously a little surprised that this little guy could be so upright, but he had seen this kind of situation many times.

Dumbledore didn't do much better when he ate it for the first time.

He groped for a while in his robes, which were large enough to serve as a sheet for Draco, and finally found his wand at his waist.

"Sorry, I hid it too well."

The wand was pointed at the gap where Draco had lost his front teeth, and Hagrid began to rack his brains and search for the spell.

"What kind of curse is it? It's growing rapidly. No, it's not like this. Avada... It's impossible, it's impossible... Don't worry, I will definitely come up with the curse of growing teeth. Don't Worry, little Malfoy."

While thinking, Hagrid also comforted Draco, who was trembling with fear from the words in his mouth.

"Mr. Hagrid, I think it would be better for me to go find Madam Pomfrey."

Draco regretted it so much that he shouldn't have come here to mess around.

I heard that this ranger dropped out of school in the third grade, and his magic skills may not be as good as mine.

"No, no, no, little Malfoy, I'll get the spell book, you stay here, don't move around."

Hagrid muttered and got into the bedroom and started rummaging around.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief as Hagrid's wand was finally removed from his head.

But he found a slender sharp blade instead of the small wooden stick.

"Tooth growth."

Ash read silently.

Soon, a small bud sprouted from Draco's bare gums, and then it grew like mushrooms after a spring rain.

Soon they looked like their original front teeth.

"Go ahead and drink some cold water to rinse your mouth."

Ash really didn't expect this baby to be so tough-headed that he would really dare to eat it when he saw it.

Is this thing something people can eat?

"The same goes for you two. Can't you stop him directly? You might scare the child."

He glared at a few young wizards who were gloating about their misfortune.

Although there is a certain degree of inducement in my own behavior.

After washing away the blood from his mouth, Draco returned to his handsome blond appearance.

He didn't leave any psychological shadow.

Mainly because things like this are too easy to handle in the wizarding world, especially at Hogwarts.

click ~ click ~

There was a crisp crackle in Ash's ear.

He held up a finger to silence everyone.

Hagrid also walked out of the back room. He was holding a copy of "The Raising and Recipes of Fire Dragons" at a loss. His face was red and he was very excited.

Ash had a keen eye and discovered that the book was about how to cook a fire dragon after it was raised to bring out its delicious taste.

Hagrid still has this idea?

On the magic device, the flame patterns on the dragon egg have dimmed, and the golden and red magic patterns that originally roamed around have turned into deep cracks. Something is constantly moving inside, and there is a very interesting sound. The clicking sound.

Several people came closer, especially Hagrid, who almost put his eyes on her.

"Godfather," Hermione covered her mouth and asked softly, "Aren't we not allowed to raise fire dragons? What if Principal Dumbledore finds out?"

"Don't worry, Dumbledore also knows about this. If anyone comes to ask, just say that the egg laid by Fox was mutated."

It was also the first time for Ash to see the birth of a fire dragon, especially since this life was created by himself, so he was probably the father?

So the question is, is the mother the fire girl or Hagrid?

Ash shuddered.

Don’t want a male mother, don’t want a male mother.

At this time, the fireproof girl put down the novel in her hand.

She recently fell in love with stories about knights defeating dragons and saving princesses.It's just that she feels that the knight in the story is somewhat similar to Lord Ashes, but there are many differences.

She caressed the barely visible bulge of her belly.

There, a small soul is sleeping.

"Lord Ashes, will you be happy?"

The fireproof girl felt a little melancholy and didn't know what to do.

In Hagrid's cabin.

With a sharp scratching sound, the egg cracked.Charmander waddled and fluttered on the table.

This is a very nice little fire dragon. Compared to the original Ukrainian Iron Belly, its skin is more bronze in color.

Even though it had just been born, the magic patterns on its body were already shining brightly, and the golden-red lines outlined a dense pattern on its bronze body.

"Rua~"

The spiny wings spread and Charmander let out its first roar.

A small ball of orange flames spurted out from its throat, directly roasting the nearest Hagrid into a black face.

Hagrid's thick beard and hair were curled up, looking very funny.

"He's really energetic," Hagrid murmured.He stretched out a hand and touched Charmander's head.Charmander bit his finger, revealing its long pointed teeth.

Ash nodded, feeling the dense fire element on Charmander's body.

Even if it is just born, it is already more powerful than some little wizards.

"Have you figured out what to call it?"

Ash felt that with the appearance of this fire dragon, being the guardian beast of Hogwarts was really a bit unfair, otherwise it would be used as a mascot.

Don't disturb the sleeping dragon.

"Ash, you created it, you should be the one to name it."

Hagrid seems very generous in this regard. Obviously he understands that without Ash, there would be no Charmander.

Ash held his chin in thought.

He admitted that he was a bad namer, otherwise he would not have been able to directly use the name of the Royal City of Lothrik as his surname.

Fortunately, his full level intelligence improved his memory, and he quickly searched his brain for a name that fit Charmander.

"Norton," Ash paused and repeated firmly: "Norton, the bronze dragon, I believe he will grow into a good dragon in the future."

Norton, the bronze dragon.

Several people chewed this name over and over again. Although they didn't know what it meant, they felt it was very domineering.

There is a kingly demeanor.

"From now on, your name will be Norton!"

Hagrid excitedly lifted up the newly born Charmander, but Norton flapped his wings and breathed out a few mouthfuls of dragon breath.

Ash felt like Hagrid's beard and hair were almost burning off.

However, I always feel like I've overlooked something, and I've been feeling uneasy lately.

Ash expanded his soul sensing to the extreme.

But except for the fireproof woman, he didn't feel that anyone had a real soul connection with him.

Why is it?